The Song of Mary Blane

Mary Blane

I once did know a pretty gal—

I took her as my life—

She came from Lusiana;

And I lik’d her as my wife.

We happy lib’d together

She nebber caused me pain,

But one dark and dreary night,

I lost poor Mary Blane.

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Oh, Farewell, farewell,

Poor Mary Blane,

One faithful heart will think of you,

Farewell, farewell, poor Mary Blane,

If we ne’er meet again.

While in de woods I got at night,

A hunting for some game,

A nigger came into my old hut,

And stole my Mary Blane,

Long times gwan by it grieb’d me much,

To think no tidings came,

I hunt de woods both night and day

To find poor Mary Blane.

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I often asked for Mary Blane,

My Massa he did scold,

And said you saucy nigger boy,

If you must know, she’s sold,

If dats de case she cannot live,

Throughout a weary life,

Oh let me die, and lay me by,

My poor heartbroken.